The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1457

"Rest assured, Mr. Wray. I'll take care of it." The man grinned in a way that could make anyone feel uneasy. "I remember Mr. Tucker's daughter is in middle school…"

Kenton took a glance at him. "Keep it quiet, and handle it discreetly."

"Understood." Though that was what the man said, in reality, it was clear his approach might be anything but subtle.

He intended to keep a firm grip on Cassian. After all, he had overheard that Cassian was currently in the process of resigning.

Kenton didn't bother with further details. To him, this was just another small problem to deal with. His mind was preoccupied with only his stocks.

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Meanwhile, Wynter finally took her eyes off the laptop as the market closed. It wasn't just exhaustion she felt. She was starving and felt like she could eat a horse now!

"How about some pizza?" Wynter asked.

Without a second thought, she set her laptop down and was already starting to navigate for nearby pizza restaurants.

Dalton sat in the passenger seat, raising his charming eyebrows slightly. "We made so much money, yet are you really just going for pizza?"

"Mm-hmm. Pizza is enough for me. I love it." Wynter continued swiping on her phone screen.

Dalton reached over to stop her hand. "No need to search. I've already had someone arrange something. It's only nearby."

Wynter paused and glanced up at him. "How thoughtful."

The fear of being seen was amplifying every sound outside the car. Even though they were in the parking lot, Wynter could clearly hear the distant click of a car unlocking nearby.

Every part of her rational mind was screaming that they should stop. But her body seemed to have a will of its own. She instinctively moved closer to him, as if this was exactly what she had been craving. Her heat seemed to radiate everywhere.

Her gold-rimmed glasses had slid askew, and the delicate chain brushed against her cheek. This only added to the intoxicating allure that seemed to invite Dalton to tear down her defenses and push her to the brink of surrender.

Dalton harbored a beast within him, unseen by all but ever-present. When his emotions stirred, it was as if a thick, dark mist began to rise from him.

The crimson beaded bracelet around his wrist, meant to keep him grounded, seemed to fail entirely when his hand gripped her waist. Rather than restraining him, the beads only intensified the surge of untamed desire coursing through him.

"You seem to have forgotten who you belong to. But that's alright, as I'll make sure you remember piece by piece. You'll remember those days when it was just you and me. Do you understand?"